Recent Rides

Technically it is spring now but you would hardly know it from the temps in Portland. The riding cannot stop on account of the weather. With the needle stuck in the mid 40’s, the rain is worse than snow and extreme cold. It seeps through every seam, finds skin, and collaborates with the wind to reduce you to nothing but exposed nerves and bone. The faster you get, the colder you are. But that makes the clear days more special. Low 50’s feels like high 70’s. A six hour ride feels like six instead of twelve and you wonder if you can’t go on forever. Today I hit the 2,000 mile mark for the year with the sun shining. The rain will return, but no matter. The riding cannot stop on account of the weather.